Mrs Curtis had a healing They laid hands upon her knee Now she walks with gay abandon There for everyone to see Was a time when she felt cheated Doubted if God really cared Limped around forever moaning Dissing Father, talons bared.

When she realised her anger Was the thing that held her back She said sorry and repented Thanked the Father for her lack Now she's telling everybody Trust in Him who knows the score You may never get a healing But His peace will heal your sore.